Before she lost consciousness, she had been viciously attacked by Fang Manning. Why had she fallen into his hands again?
Miss Qiao Xia felt bewildered. Perhaps the people here were too kind; she actually couldn't sense the slightest bit of malice for a moment.
Nikola smiled slightly, very gentlemanlike and poised, "Miss Qiao Xia, you can call me Nikola."
"Hello," Qiao Xia said.
Nikola waved his hand, and the bodyguards, butlers, and servants who followed him in left within a minute, leaving only him and Qiao Xia. He looked at her with a judging gaze.
He seldom came into contact with Eastern women.
Qiao Xia was an exception.
"I suppose you won't let me make a phone call, right?" Qiao Xia asked with a smile. For some reason, she felt very calm. Perhaps she had been with Mu Liang for too long; she had adapted to his ways and become very composed.
If it had been the Qiao Xia from before she met Mu Liang, she would have been trembling with fear.
"You're very smart," he said.
